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November Trip: Brighton

I’m not really a morning person. I’m also a deep sleeper. So when I have to travel early in the morning, I go to bed panicking about how I’ll sleep through all my alarms and miss my flight, or whatever mode of transportation I’m taking. This time was no different.

I had to be up at 6 as my friends and I had decided to leave the house by 7 at the latest. I set alarms on my phone (around 10 of them every 10 minutes from 5:30), and went to bed at midnight. I then proceeded to stare at the ceiling till 3 am, willing myself to sleep.

I woke up three hours later, groggy, and wanting nothing more than to remain cuddled up in the warmth of my duvet. But, Brighton awaited us and so I stumbled out of bed and into the shower, and an hour later, I was ready for travel (I was also ready to sleep on the coach, the whole way there).

Fast forward a couple hours later, hello Brighton!

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As our luck would have it, the weather wasn’t great, but then again, this is England we’re talking about. Luck is never on our side where the weather is concerned. Grey skies and cold winds greeted us, and we hurried to find a warm cafe indoors barely five minutes after stepping onto the beach.

A warm beverage later, we left the cafe adamant not to let the English weather ruin our day out in Brighton. We decided to walk around for a while, just to get a feel of the town. The architecture in general was beautiful and quaint, the entire town quite picturesque.

We started off with full intentions of sightseeing, making our way to the Brighton Museum and Art Gallery. However, we are very easily distracted, and ended up watching little kids learning how to skate, in a rink by the museum. And so went our day. We walked to a Christmas market and saw Olaf the snowman, found an antique bookstore and spent a good half hour browsing through and buying books, walked in and out of a number of local shops, until finally, our stomachs reminded us that it was lunch time, and our legs begged us to give them some rest.

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A quick search on the internet for the best fish and chips in town, and ten minutes later we found ourselves collapsing into chairs at a restaurant by the sea. While having lunch we were discussing what to do with the rest of our time in town, and a friend suggested we go to a place called Devil’s Dyke, a beautiful valley outside town. Plans sorted and hunger satiated, we went over to wait at the bus stop for our ride to Devil’s Dyke. However, when it’s 7 degrees and windy, you don’t want to be waiting out in the cold, and so we were all huddled up inside the bus stop. The bus, probably not expecting any passengers (to be fair, we weren’t very visible), drove right by us. The next bus wouldn’t be arriving for an hour, and we weren’t one’s to give up easily, so we ran after the bus. Yes, we made the very smart decision to chase a bus, and had it stopped at the next traffic light, we definitely would have caught up to it!

The next bus wasn’t till an hour later, so we wandered around Brighton pier, freezing our butts off and taking pictures. As the hour went by, we knew it was getting darker, but we wanted to try our luck and make it to Devil’s Dyke to see the sunset.

As we got on the bus at half 4, we knew we weren’t making the smartest decision, but we just went with it anyway. 10 minutes into the bus ride, the Brighton skies were pitch black and we were on our way to a place called Devil’s Dyke (not the most pleasant name). I’m not going to lie, we were uncomfortable. Even more so, because it was just my group of friends (5 girls) on the bus. As we neared our destination we kept talking about how this was the perfect beginning to a horror story – 5 girls travel to Devil’s Dyke in the dark – and started discussing who would be the first to die, if it were a horror story. To make the situation better, we started playing suspenseful horror movie music (we were just psyching ourselves out, really).

Devil’s Dyke looked sinister – there were no lights and in the dark, we couldn’t even see a foot ahead of us. So, when the bus came to a stop, we all looked at one another and said, “we’re not getting off”. A moment later, the driver of the bus came up the stairs looking for us and yelled “Ladies!”, and we all jumped. I kid you not, we were scared. He asked us if we wanted to spend some time there and get the next bus back (which was an hour later), and we just shook our heads and told him we’d head back into town with him.

So, there we were, in the dark, at a place called Devil’s Dyke, waiting for the bus to depart. We had some time to kill, and in that setting, we did the only thing that seemed fit. We sat and exchanged horror stories!

You may think that this was the most pointless part of the trip, but honestly, I think we had the most fun on the trip. On the way back we played a number of games to keep ourselves entertained and just laughed at our own expense. When the bus returned to Brighton Pier and we got off, the driver called us crazy and went on his way.

For the remaining few hours we had in Brighton, we decided to walk through the center of town, where Christmas lights and decorations were already up. We then decided to have dinner and drinks at a restaurant in the area and wait till it was time to get the coach back to London.

Visiting Brighton has been one of the highlights of my time here in the UK. Pictures do not do justice to how beautiful the place is, but I hope the one’s I’ve put up do give you an idea.

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That’s all for now, folks!

Hope you’re having a good morning/afternoon/night wherever you are!

Cheers,
Zee

Quote of the Day: “Travelling. It leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta

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3 thoughts on “November Trip: Brighton

    1. Well, I hope you get to visit Brighton soon – not in winter, would be my advice! We were not smart planning a trip there in November! 😛

      Thank you so much! I’m really glad you like my posts! I’m gonna go head over to your blog now 😛

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